Conversations are interesting things. The more time I spend talking with others, the more convinced I am that words can be lifelines or nooses, weapons or hospital beds. We must choose wisely. You already know all of this...
While here, I've been compiling a list of quotes spoken by people in this community. Humorous, honest, callous, whatever, I am keeping them safe. Perhaps I'll share them or keep them to myself. I haven't decided yet.
This afternoon I collected another of these phrases, directed straight at me. My boss in the kitchen came up to me and said:
"Come here, I can't see you very well, dear." Flicking on the light switch:
"That's better! You're fucking beautiful."
I know some may have been offended by his blunt statement, but his words brightened me. The juxtaposition of crass and complimentary words blended to be a wonderful turn of phrase, more salve than searing, and exactly what I needed to hear at that moment. Who knows what his motivation behind the observation was, but it allowed me to surface out of this present blue phase I've been in, for a little while, and that's all that matters.
23 February 2008
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